8 Second Ride

Up before dawn, his feet hit the floor He can't pretend to sleep anymore His clothes displayed neatly, beside his bed He places his hat atop his head Today is the day he will pay off his debts He won't return home with any regrets The first to arrive, empty stands Soon to be filled with clapping hands In the blink of an eye, the parking overflows With tickets in hand they fill in the rows A couple of clowns to fill in the gap An impatient bunch, he can hear their feet tap Alone in a stable with his hat on his chest He prays to The Lord, that he will do his best Peaks around the corner for a glimpse of his opponent An unstable beast and he has to tone it Brushes off the doubt and dusts his boots Exposes himself, "Yeehaw", he hoots Ready to go, signed the waiver Cards seem to be playing in his favor While riding him bare A split second scare He regains control At the delight of his soul Held steady till the crowd cried Landed on two feet. It was an 8 second ride